Quotes About Illusion

On winter mornings when it's dark and the air is crisp, the lights are still shining and the first customers are gathered at the counter like conspirators. They give you the illusion that the day will be a new adventure. And that illusion stats with you for at least some of the morning.

Strange people. The kind that leave the merest blur behind them, soon vanished. Hutte and I often used to talk about these traceless beings. They spring up out of nothing one fine day and return there, having sparkled a little. Beauty queens. Gigolos. Butterflies. Most of them, even when alive, had no more substance than steam which will never condense.

l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

we had no real qualities, except the one that youth gives to everyone for a very brief time, like a big promise that will never be kept.

But these memories drifted away like bubbles of soap or fragments of a dream that vanished on waking.

Peut-être l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

Je préfère remonter à pied les Champs-Elysées un soir de printemps. Ils n'existent plus vraiment aujourd'hui, mais, la nuit, ils font encore illusion. Peut-être sur les Champs-Elysées entendrai-je ta voix m'appeler par mon prénom...

To protect our self-image, we kid, trick, and fool ourselves into believing the visible you is somehow real. To see ourselves as we really are, we must acknowledge our inability to do so without God's help.

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? the monster said, bending down so it's face was close to Conor's. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

Here is the hardest hit of all, O'Malley," Harry said. "Here is the very worst thing I can do to you." He held out his hand, as if asking for a handshake. He was asking for a handshake. Conor responded almost automatically, putting out his own hand and shaking Harry's before he even thought about what he was doing. They shook hands like two businessmen at the end of a meeting. "Goodbye, O'Malley," Harry said, looking into Conor's eyes. "I no longer see you.

People see stories everywhere," Regine says. "That's what my father used to say. We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true." She glances back at Seth. "We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

But what is a dream...?...Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Even though it walked and talked, even though it was bigger than his house and could swallow him in one bite, the monster was still, at the end of the day, just a yew tree.

There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

Who is to say it is not everything else that is the dream?

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." "It is a true story," the monster said. "Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

The thing is, Todd, people don't really want freedom, no matter how much they might bleat on about it.

And that, the monster said, is not the truth at all.

Quién dice que no es todo lo demás lo que es un sueño?

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true.

Mais qu'est-ce qu'un rêve, Conor O'Malley ? dit le monstre en se penchant pour rapprocher son visage de celui du garçon. Qui peut dire que ce n'est pas tout le reste qui est un rêve ?

Quien dice que no es todo lo demas lo que es un sueno